Cold Fire

Yesterday, everyone that hates us was tried and convicted
For stealing and looting
For the bombs that dropped on Baga
and the girls of Chibok
Today the sun will rise upon the graves of those who rest
Upon the hearts of those who endlessly hope

My name is Fatima and I live in a town
where peace is in prison and sanity is mad
There was a time when I was happy
When children were just children
and peace was free
Until they came with fire and fear the size of our town
I survived, you might say
But what is life when hope barely lives

Let us start a cold fire
A bloodless revolution
We have suffered far too long
In silence,
Voiceless

(c) Olamide Oti

4 Comments Add yours

  1. great write Olamide. It is well.

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    1. Olamide says:

      Indeed it is, thank you.

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  2. adetokunbohr says:

    There was a time…
    When children were just children.

    *sighs.

    Well written. It’s sad that men, grim of heart, have snatched children’s happiness and replaced it with a very different and sordid reality.

    Liked by 1 person

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